Biography of Marilyn Lott
I've loved poetry my entire life beginning with poems my parents read to my brother and me from the Jr. Classics.
My husband and I travel all over this beautiful country and I enjoy writing poems about my travels. We have twenty acres in Montana with such beautiful sunrises and sunsets. I enjoy taking pictures with my digital camera.
I have written hundreds of poems for John McCornack's web pages. John sends me a page with the wonderful pictures he takes and I write a poem that will snuggle into the page. What a challenge that is for me!
My poems have been published in True Love and True Romance magazines as well as several anthologies. Recently my poem Arches National Park (posted here on Poem Hunter) was published in a text book for children ages 15-16. The company is Pearson Learning and based in Singapore.
I love to write about the simple life and how faith and hope is always there and that tomorrow is a fresh new beginning.
Marilyn Lott's Works:
I've had a few poems and articles published. My books still sit on a shelf, but I enjoyed writing them! My poem, Arches National Park was chosen for a text book for 15-16 year old children.
Marilyn Lott Poems
The lazy time of spring break Is here and just in time Kids and teachers alike Are more than ready, I find
Mona Lisa’s Smile
She has a mysterious smile Folks wonder what it means It’s been written in the text books And envisioned in some dreams
Do you ever watch the sunset And just sit and think about things Just you and the sky and darkness Giving your thoughts some wings
She gets out there and hustles She does her very best It’s all about the teamwork And winning is her quest
Petals & Things
It’s my very favorite time of year Yes it’s spring, oh glorious spring The world is alive with changes Like delightful petals and things
Cuddly Animals And Spring Flowers
Nothing brings more cheer into the world Than a spring full of joyful flowers After a cold and dreary winter we have Warm and refreshing showers
A Forest Without Trees
There were no trees in the forest But you know, they were not missed I know that’s hard to understand It can’t be a forest, you’ll insist
A Farmer’s Prayer
Lord, look on me with kindness I do the best I can I try to feed my wife and kids From this worn and barren land
Old School Memories
I guess we all have old memories Way back when we were in school We tried our best to get passing grades To prove to our folks we weren’t a fool
A Child’s Mind
The world is wide with wonder For everything is new A child’s mind is like a sponge Or like a flower sipping morning dew
Those Terrible Dust Bowl Days
It took place back in the 1930s And it was called the dust bowl days Folks tried to scrape out a living As dust storms left their world in a haze
As winter turns the corner And spring is on the way I wait with mounting happiness To see what comes today.
3 White Ducks
Three ducks pecked around In a garden one warm day They wore beautiful coats Of white feathers to display
Grandma’s hands are worn and weary Wrinkles certainly tell her age As she sits and studies them At this old and tired stage
A Joyful Country Life
I just love the Yucca plant
With their pale yellow blooms
But they are a little spiky
And need some extra room
They aren’t just looking pretty
Native Americans knew just how
To weave the leaves into baskets
And make soap from the roots somehow